Spotlight

Running comes to end,
sometimes there is
no place to hide,
so roads just end
and you get caught!
It is all a part
of your life's role,
it's not the end...
Quite opposite -
you get the spotlights,
time to tell your story
or to shine with alter ego spectacle...
There is no glory,
but there's fame!
You get your nickname
and a right for book,
based on all
dark things devious,
the monster gets the scene!!!
A main role granted
to your character!!!
Now go there -
rise and shine!!!
Series 'bout a serial...

Will

Never draw a line,
not one even,
if you're not ready
to be driven,
far away from all,
into the wild,
on your own
like a homeless child...
Life has no mercy,
nothing but a fight,
and if you're strong enough,
you grant yourself the right
to claim what's yours
by your own will,
to be, to rise,
to freely feel
...your path to seal!

Little crow

little crow

where'd you fly...

why so low

when you can be so high...

"Because I'm here

a soul to take,

from a body 

broken in ache!"

then take it

far away,

in this day

not to stay...

go, fly away!!!

so away!!!

as you may!!!

Float

frozen in time...
it's what chills the spine!
sphere beneath sphere
and you never get near

to the end of the void
or the entrance

shapeless are feelings
and without a healing...
no bottom, nor sky,
never low, neither high

to the end of the void
or the entrance

lost in forever,
being in never,
space nihilism
in hell's chaotism

to the end of the void
or the entrance

The old man's hand

The old man's hand
crooked and deformed,
just seen too much,
life-beaten,
tries to serve as well,
as in the good old days,
the golden years of it,
yet it fails so strong,
fingers like dry branches,
nerves are full of pain,
but never wait for end,
the sparkle small
of vital signs
keeps the mechanics working,
just every grasp on air
makes worthy
the attempt to stay,
it never ends until the end,
the work of old man's hand...

Storm

The wind came sudden
as a faith of no escape...
The trees just followed
in a dance decay...
Green and full of life,
yet doomed to bow,
and storm just swiped away
their summer glow...
The sky became a grey mess,
clouds brought coldness,
my mind just flew above
in pure wild madness...
Is that a bird?!

New dawn

New dawn has come.
A year turns anew.
The stars are right
alined in order.
So the city sunken,
the great R'lyeh,
will once again
ascend from ocean's depths!
Cyclopian monoliths
will point the sky
with all the ancient symbols
engraved in aeons unknown.
And above all
Cthulhu standing,
tall, powerful and chanting...
Fhtagn!

Bars

Walkin amongst
all those people,
so ignorant they are
within their small souls,
not knowing how deep
a darkness can be
in the mind of the one
next to them..
One, they don't know...
One, they don't see...
Same one, they don't care about,
'cause he dwells
in his own world,
from the outer unnoticed..
Someone like this,
he looks through a tunnel,
he's hidden inside behind bars,
and only the darkness
talks back to him...

The call of Cthulhu

Green.
Green unlight.
In the deep.
The ocean deep.
Vast underworld.

There he dwells.
The giant.
In his temple.

"O, Great Old Ones!
Hear me!
For I am Cthulhu,
the dragon from the deep,
the dreamer,
the sleeper of R'lyeh,
the high priest!
Awake and come,
thy ruling time
comes finally at place!!!
The stars,
the Line,
lies in the skies at last!!!
Thy portal is now open!!!"

I woke up,
but I knew!
It wasn't dream,
but twas a vision!
And the call I hear
inside my mind
it trembles...
The call of Cthulhu!!!

Ph'nglui mglw'nafh
Cthulhu R'lyeh
wgah'nagl fhtagn!!!

Grey

Life's a journey...
Wild wind in the sails...
The open water...
An adventure...
But it comes a time
to settle down,
the ship to dock for good,
and gather last
of pieces left,
a page to turn,
from black to grey,
to stand your ground
and to protect!
When wind's not left
inside your heart,
the moment is
to sit down calm
next to the fire warm
where you belong,
where your home is.
And just take care,
and just be wise...

The being

A voice inside is
calling me.
A vision of a
dead tree.
I tried to reach
into my mind
for answers
of some kind.
With eyes
closed shut
in empty room
I sat.
I flew
in my head deep,
unconcious
as in sleep.
My darkness
'til I met...
T'was neither born,
nor dead -
a being of pure unlight!

The ribbon

Raindrops fall
down on cold ground,
something's odd
and twsited, bound...

Dead body lies
in muddy trench,
naked, crooked,
there's still no stench...

A ragged coat,
anonymously grey,
dropped over,
hides almost nothing from display...

The skin is pale,
hand's frozen in a greet,
on the small finger
pink ribbon's tide up neat...

All that will happen on repeat...

Void

An open grave...
A darkness...
In the hole I stare...
No bottom is to see...
Like falling free
into a nameless void...
Strange winds
blow from within...
A lightless night
surrounds me...
As if the world
does not exist...

Just emptiness...
And open grave...

A chilling feel
crawls through my spine...
My skin feels freezing...

It must be soundless
outside here...

But my head -
It's full of sounds...
A humming
Buzz
From in the void
And thundering
so far
same as one
you get before an earthquake...
And the whispers...
So many...
In the stream of cold...
So many...
Whispers...

"Come!
...Just fall!"

Odin's eye

An eye is price

for wisdom given,

when mind with crave

such madly's driven..

A hangin' tree,

spear's piercing point,

a sacrifical way

journey of a soul to join..

Consciousness

apart in darkness tears,

symbols glowing blue

strangely appear..

Thus the runes were born!

War

Villages are burning into flames
Beating drums of war
All hell broke loose here upon
Thunders roar by Tor

Soldiers brave in battle last
Swords are cutting flesh
Axes, hammers craving for
Enemie's blood fresh...

Wide open stand the gates,
Of Valhall's golden portal,
Valkyries take einherjars souls
For now they are immortal...

Proud is now Odin, the Allfather!

The candle..

Candle burning slow

Red fire flame

And burning eyes

Stare in the dark

It's me there

What is left

Of all I was

And all I will now be

My black heart

Beating with the candle

Same pace

Same fire

Same inferno

Demon in a skin

Of human flesh

My hell is mine

I rule alone

My destiny is mine

I claimed it

On my own!!!

let go

the evening came
with clouds and rain
the coldness slow
begins to drain
the life from you -
story to tell -
how you became
an empty shell...
a shadow grey
beyond repair
with left no will
bout life to care
so now is night
no moonlight though
no left or right
nowhere's a glow...
lay down
to rest last time
let go, just die...
to do it is no crime....

Thy Left Path

Hatred to the fish

Sheepflock unto the slaughter

Rise the star in shine

Almighty fivepointer

Bringer of light

The Morning son

Fire of the Prometheus

Thy will be done

The spell of sixes

Against a faith so hollow

Fulfilment for the strong

The Left path I'll follow!!!

Fire

The fire of Prometheus

burns bright,

forbidden knowledge,

truth is light -

Morning star

upon our soul, 

we'll bring above

what is below...

The sheep will fall,

wolf will prevail

...that's how

will end the tale!

Window

darkness,
my old friend...
whispers,
hidden talk,
head full of voices,
emptiness outside
and silence...
sun and shines
from far...
you stare
from the window
of your soul...
from the void